"Monarch, this way please—," Ju Nanyi personally led the way while Nanmen Yu was accompanied by only two or three people, who all stayed close under watchful eyes. Ju Nanyi felt there would be no problem. Besides, even if they knew, it was a matter to be dealt with eventually.
He even looked forward to that day; at least, Zheng Nianru was reluctant.
Nanmen Yu glanced at the guard who had just approached, who bowed respectfully. A cloud of blue smoke had just been released when a surge of black smoke from Zheng Congyuan's body instantly engulfed it, astonishing the guard. His expression became more serious as he sat cross-legged, emitting more blue smoke from his mouth, nose, and ears, quickly encasing the emerging black smoke.
Although Ju Nanyi did not understand, he could tell that within Qiandao Temple, not many mages could freely control smoke. And this guard from Nanmen State, who was already controlling the speed of the smoke, was evidently very strong.
